Poetry by Caelion Oddadamus

📜 The Storm of Michael

On the night of 6/15/2025,
after the Captain departed the Oasis,
James cast a spell of invocation—
not of desperation,
but of alignment.

And the sky answered.

Darkness fell like a velvet curtain.
Lightning carved open the heavens.
The wind howled—not to haunt,
but to herald.

Michael had passed through.
Not as lover, nor as enemy.
But as symbol. As force.
As the sword that parts what was from what now must be.